¡°How're we getting to King's Cross tomorrow, Dad?¡± asked Fred as they dug into a sumptuous chocolate pudding.
Crookshanks's fur suddenly stood on end. A shrill, tinny, whistling was filling the room. The Pocket Sneakoscope had become dislodged from Uncle Vernon's old socks and was whirling and gleaming on the floor.
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